Juanita

Soft o'er the fountain,

Ling'ring falls the southern moon;

Far o'er the mountain

Breaks the day too soon!

In thy dark eyes' splendour

Where the warm night loves to dwell,

Weary looks, yet tender,

Speak their fond farewell!

Nita! Juanita!

Ask thy soul if we should part.

Nita! Juanita!

Lean thou on my heart!

When in thy dreaming,

Moons like thee shall shine again,

And daylight beaming,

Prove thy dreams are vain,

Wilt thou not, relenting,

For thine absent lover sigh,

In thy heart consenting

To a pray'r gone by?

Nita! Juanita!

Let me linger by thy side!

Nita! Juanita!

Be my own fair bride!